The best diss lyrics ever .

[dameons]

Got damn, I'm glad ya'll set it off.
Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft.
First you was down with the AK,
and now I see you on a video with Michel'le?
Lookin' like straight (pozas) "BOZO'S"
I saw it comin', that's why I went solo.
And kept on stompin',
when ya'll mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton.
Livin' with the whites, one big house,
and not another nigga in site.
I started off with too much cargo,
dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough.
White man just rulin'.
The Niggas With Attitudes -- who ya foolin'?
Ya'll niggas just phony,
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys.
Yella Boy's on your team, so you're losin';
Ay yo Dre, stick to producin'.
Callin' me Arnold, but you(Been-a-dick) "BENEDICT" - as in Benedict Arnold);
Eazy E saw your ass and went in it quick.
You got jealous when I got my own company,
but I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' (HUMPIN') me.
Tryin' to sound like Amerikkka's Most,
you could yell all day but you don't come close.
Cuz you know I'm the one that flown,
ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go.
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and ya'll disgrace the C-P-T.
Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy,
with no vaseline...

[Refrain] (L.L. sample: "Now you're gettin' done without vaseline...") 3x
(Biz Markie sample: "Damn, it feels good to see people...on it")

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin',
who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
You're gettin' fucked real quick,
and Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shit.
Tried to tell you a year ago,
but Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked,
now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank.
Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it
cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect.
Cut my (hair) "HEAD" and I'll cut them balls,
cuz I heard (you're, like,) "YOU LIKE" givin' up the drawers.
Gang-banged by your manager, fella,
gettin' money out your ass, like a mothafuckin' Ready Teller.
Givin' up the dollar bills,
now they got the Villain with a purse and high-heels.
So don't believe what Ren say,
cuz he's goin' out like (Kunte)"Kunta" Kinte,
but I got a whip for ya Toby;
used to be my homey, now you act like you don't know me.
It's a case of divide-and-conquer,
cuz you let a Jew break up my crew.
House nigga gotta run and hide,
yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside.
So don't front, MC Ren, cuz I remember when you drove a B 2-10.
Broke as a mothafuckin' joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the (Verse) "FIRST" Team.
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart,
and they rippin' your asshole apart.
By takin' your green, oh yeah,
the Villain does get fucked with no vaseline.

[Refrain scratched]

I never have dinner with the President.
I never have dinner with the President.
I never have dinner with the President.
And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant.
Now I think you a snitch,
throw a house nigga in a ditch.
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys.
You little maggot; Eazy E turned faggot.
With your manager, fella,
fuckin' MC Ren, Dr. Dre, and Yella.
But if they were smart as me,
Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree.
With no vaseline, just a match and a little bit of gasoline.
Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on...
till that Jheri curl is gone.
On a permanent vacation, off the Massa plantation.
Heard you both got the same bank account,
dumb nigga, what you thinkin' bout?
Get rid of that Devil real simple, put a bullet in his temple.
Cuz you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew
with a white Jew tellin' you what to do.
Pullin' wools with your scams, now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs.
With a midget who's a punk too,
tryin' to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you.
Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin', gettin' fucked at night.
By Mista Shitpacker, bend over for the (gotdamn) "GODDAMN" cracker, no vaseline...



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[INGlewood4Life]

Mutha fucka sound like elroy jetson!!!!!!!! AGUHGUHUGUUHGUHUH Dollaz & Sense next up!!

[EAZY-LI]

cypress hill no rest for the wicked: got cube melting in a tray
pulling up hes card and fucking up hes good day.

eazy-e its on: toss him in the trunk with the other punk
smooking deathrow like a philly blunt. 

m.c ehit def wish 2: if it wasnt for your happy ass sound
prancing around you sorry ass clown stay the fuck down!

eazy-e: ones a fag from back in the day
the other one a buster i was born a pimp mack daddy and hustler

just few that i like

[2euce 7even]

Makaveli Tha Don feat. Outlaw Immortalz-Hit Em Up I, II

[Mr. VIP]

officer rickyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yyyyyyyy!!!!!! best diss ever can't fuck with it

[BIGWORM]

"You get addicted
You can take your four W fingers and stick it in Mack 10's ass and lick it" -B-Real-Ice Cube Killa


"Mack 10 is a bitch
Suckin' Ice Cube's dick
But what you faggets know about some gangsta shit" -Shag-G-Ice Cube Killa

[D-TalkX]

E I H T
Now should I continue?
Ya you left out the G, cuz the G ain't in you

[EAZY-LI]

Makaveli Tha Don feat. Outlaw Immortalz-Hit Em Up I, II

i think your suppose to write a line or two that you
like from a diss track  not just the name of the songs

whats hit em up 2 
is that ride on our enemy's or something?

[Hatesrats™]

Not the best, But had me crackin' up when I heard it the first time..
(Don't blame me for wrong spelling or word's, It's a "Copy & Paste")

Jay-Z "Super Ugly" (Freestyle) (Excerpt)

"Yo, ya'll Queen's nigga's know how I do
I got mo' shooters in Queens Bridge than you
Niggaz'll tie you up on the Colloseum roof
And open beer bottles off ya boy's chipped tooth
Look Here..."

[2euce 7even]

Makaveli Tha Don feat. Outlaw Immortalz-Hit Em Up I, II

i think your suppose to write a line or two that you
like from a diss track  not just the name of the songs

whats hit em up 2 
is that ride on our enemy's or something?

no, "hit em up 2" is really hit em up "OG", with prince ital joe and storm on it.DOPENESS!!!!.

[Intro: Tupac]
I ain't got no motherfuckin friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
             Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know who the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)

[Verse One: Tupac]
First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin while we runnin for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on bustin at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know it's on for life
So let the Westside ride tonight - hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed
Fuck wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know ... see ...

[Chorus]
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up...

[Interlude: Tupac]
Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches -- deal with it!!

[Verse Two: Hussein Fatal]
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank ya shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout petty sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Tupac]
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this ain't no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin killed
with ya mouths open
Tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz livin bummy why you fuckin with me?
I'm a self made millionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, haha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch
and beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house, hah
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

[Verse Four: Khadafi]
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occurs
No points in common, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Lil' Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin pleas you Degenario
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil' Jr. Whopper click smoked up, what the fuck
is you STUPID?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And your box top spots get mopped and dropped
and all your fake-ass East coast props brainstormed and locked

[Verse Five: E.D.I. Amin]
Youse a, beat biter, a 'Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer than Alize with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Edi Amin approach the scene of the caper, like a loc
With Lil' Ceaser in a choke, huh totin smoke
We ain't no motherfuckin joke Thug Life niggaz better be knowin
We approchin, in the wide open, guns smokin
No need for hopin it's a battle lost, I got 'em crossed
As soon as the funk was poppin off, nigga I hit 'em up

[Outro: Tupac]
Now you tell me who won?  I see them, they run
Hehehehe, they don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin to be us
How the fuck they gon' be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us?
You little young-ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you fuck around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up, 'fore you get smacked the fuck up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
Fuck you and your motherfuckin mama
We gon' kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open they mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gon' do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, Fuck Biggie, Fuck Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy; then fuck you too
Chino XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, fuck you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life ridahs Westside till we die!
Out here in California nigga we warn ya
We'll BOMB on you motherfuckers, we do OUR job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's goin triple and four-quadruple
(take money)

You niggaz laugh cause our staff got, guns in they motherfuckers belts
You know how it is when we drop records they felt
You niggaz can't feel it, we the realest
FUCK 'EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*

HIT EM UP 2

I ain't got no muthafuckin' friends
What y'all niggas talkin' about
Hell yeah
I'm a do this muthafuckin' track
( Right )
And they know exactly
Who I'm talkin' about too
You old bitch made niggas

[ Verse 1 ]

( 2Pac )

Cause
Uh
Niggas talk plenty shit
So many tricks
I fucked your bitch
Cause I'm true to this
Witness the hit
You talk bad about a nigga
When I got blasted
Hope you made a little money
While the funk lasted
Heard they call you Big Poppa
Nigga how you figure
Cause to me
You'll always be a phoney fat nigga
I can't be copy these
And wearin' Versachi
Nigga you run or buck
Scared as fuck
If the guns would bust
Now niggas talk
I got a list 
Of player haters the fakes
You bitch niggas
Gettin' blown away
You cross-eyed
Down syndrome
Crack baby
So you and Puffy are tough
Now that's crazy
I got your ass in my sight
Niggas dyin' tonight
We screamin'
West Side for life
And I can't wait
To see you niggas in traffic
Cause we gonna get 'em up
( Ha ha ha )
When you see me
You better bust
Cause I'm a hit 'em up

[ Chorus ]

( 2Pac )

Grab your glocks
When you see 2Pac
( Uh )
Call the cops
When you see 2Pac
( Uh )
Who shot me
But you punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath
Of a menace
Nigga we hit 'em up

[ Verse 2 ]

( Napolean )

It's hard to explain
This wasn't my thang
When I was younger
Before my shit
I swear to God
I'll make you stick
Just to make a come up
Niggas run up
Cause more murder
For the money
Got caught up
Tryin' to make a harder record
Should have been on checked
Cause I bet you
And it's for life
You'll never gonna see a nigga like me
Wantin' a battle up on T.V.
I'd rather release
Some of these
And put a slug
To you buster ass niggas
That continue to squeeze
I got some niggas
Back in Jersey
That rather be jackin' cars
And robbin' bitch niggas
Like y'all for emergency
Let's take it back
To the West Side
Them niggas
Sure gonna be ridahs
And plus we Thug Life niggas
So call us multiply
Finger on the trigger
Bitches stand and rise
But we don't trust 'em
They might be the first
That we gonna bust up
Just label me a Bad Boy Killer
You Mobb Deep bitches
Gonna feel us
When we turn into killers
Hit 'em up

[ Verse 3 ]

( E.D.I. Mean )

Now this is me
B. K.
All day
Ain't no frontin'
Ain't no quicker
Strictly Bad Boy killer
Shoot that ass like a squealer
Now let this muthafucka
Top down
I'm fittin' to drop rounds
Lettin' these sounds
Pop and then I'm hot bound
Seein' them shatter
Shootin' my shit
To work a lease go
What's up to the ridahs
In L.A.
Don't preach on up
To the East O.
Shootin' that so
See low
Circle
That shit don't hurt you
They be put to rest
Montana's
Ment to turn you purple
Wanna take a plane
But we enemies
To the game
Well get that ass tamed
Simple and plain
Y'all know the name
Drama
Ridahs
Through the whole line up
Niggas get taught
Not for what they good for
Then we bobbin' through
They hits slow
No need for runnin'
Cause we don't give a fuck
Beside the funky man
We got to hit they ass
On up

[ Verse 4 ]

( Hussein Fatal )

Get out the way
Yo
Get out the way
Yo
Biggie Smalls just got shot
And I'm a true eagle
Stormin'
Nigga don't need your fat ass
In California
I catch you
On any East Coast corner
And you's ass is a goner
Puffy
We get in a fuckin' block
I'll run at you nigga
And I
Smokin' the Junior M.A.F.I.A.
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Ducked in my guess
Under my Eddie Bower
You clout petty sour
I push bomb packages
Every hour
My sons past
When slappin' nickels
On glass forties
So hurry the cash
You made on that F
Without your ass shorty
I got a team
Of simple boutable souls
With my ears like Yoda
Quick as a cobra
And never sober

[ Verse 5 ]

( Khadafi )

I'm on a twelve o' clock
Cruise to Brooklyn
And I'm lookin'
For the thurlness in your barrel
Ready to get his life tookin'
So where your killers at
If any trick
Don't tempt me
To leave your coward ass
Stripped
And a full clip
Empty in your stomach
Usin' all year
Nigga run it
Poppin' all you cowards
That be jockin' a nigga
Behind it
You done just about made it
Impossible to escape
Another emergency
Visit to the hospital
I can't wait
To meet up
With all you bitches
In the streets
So I can leave all you cowards
Leakin' in your fuckin' seats
When we hit 'em up

[ Verse 6 ]

( Storm )

If you a big bad muthafucka
Come step to this
I got points in the clips
And rhymes out the clits
Who wanna test that
To the one two three
Pound a bound
To get they ass
Put under
Cause the Storm
Bringin' nothin' but thunder
( That's right )
Who's the bomb nigga
Quick to feel that
Itchy finger
Situation
I'm a na-na
Who's the bigger trigger
Approached a true G
You thought I was bitch easy
Now you're on your knees
Beggin' me

[ Outro ]

( Prince Idol Joe )

Who Fi Broke Broke
An Who Fi Rich Rich?
Outlaw Immortal
Will never switch
Police Informa Di Bwoy Dem A Snitch
Live Di Thug Life An Git Burried Inna Ditch
New York Unu
Better respect 2Pac
Got a you big
Yes
And proud to be black
Jealousy
Someone gonna
Act like idiot
I be gonna come a
Come a
an smoke nuff crack
2Pac a di article
And that's a fact
So so
See day
And so so
See that

New York corner
Better respect 2Pac
if unu no do dis,
You're gonna get a gun shot
outlaw immortal
Will come and attack
Radical Posse
As we at Thug Life back
Jamiacan Posse
As we love 2Pac
Warrior black
As to you do
Smoke crack

New your corner
Better respect 2Pac
Got a you big
High
And proud to be black
Jealousy
Someone gonna
Act like idiot
I be gonna come a
Come a
And then smoke crack
2Pac a di artical
And that's a fact
So so
See day
And so so
See that
Respect 2Pac

[Triple OG Rapsodie]

All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked her
Pussy whipped bitch with no common sense
Hip Hop started in the west
Ice Cube bailin thru the east without a vest

[Triple OG Rapsodie]

Every few years niggas think they can deal with the real
Now I gots to fuck Cypress Hill
I got a voice you should fear!
I drink a beer bust a rap and end your fucking career
You fuckin cowards
Never seen a hood high powered
Like the Westside Connect
Slide me my tech
I Got'em
Soon as I spot'em I'm dumpin
Gots to treat these bitch ass niggas like they stole something
I see a joint in your clutch
You're smokin that shit too much
Got your bitch ass touched
Sen Dogg you can't rap from the guts
And B-Real sounding like he got baby nuts
I don't know why y'all think y'all slick
I don't know what rapper down wit your click
I don't know one bitch on your dick
And I don't know one nigga bumping your shit
I hear you claiming South Central wait...
You ain't from my hood!
Y'all hoes from South Gate
Coming with a voice high pitched
The "B" in B-Real must stand for Bitch

Everybody in the Ghetto, know what you're doing
1 white boy and 2 fucking Cubans
Claiming that you're Loco
But you ain't Mexican
Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex again
Fucking with tha hoggs
You say you bloods
But you ain't nothing but a Dogg fool
On tour only rapping to tha yuppies
We the Big Fish that'll make a dish out you fucking guppies
So who y'all with?
Niggaz down with Cypress can wipe this shit off my dick
As I stick it like King Kong
And play Ping Pong
With this fake ass Cheech and Chong
Did you tell ya
Momma that I had to help ya
When Sen Dogg left your bitch ass in Australia
You say that I took your hook?
It must be the White Boy thinking all niggaz crooks
Now What? You hip-hop Hippies
How you fucking junkies
Think you Gonna Punk Me?
And chill
And Deal with tha fact that you ain't got enough skill
To kill
The King Of The Hill

[lil murda show]

BIG PAYBACCS SONG- P.A.Y.B.A.C.C (SPELL MY NAME) LIL WAYNE DISS


THIS NIGGA SAID SOOWOOP GANG,AND WE IN THE FOOD CHAIN, HOW DARE THIS NIGGA DISRESPECT MY BLU SHOE STRANGS
HOMIE THIS BAYMAAC AND WE GETTIN BUCKS,HAD SLIM AND THAT NIGGA BABY LIKE SITTING DUCKS
YOU AINT A 5 STAR GENERAL-NIGGA PLEASE, KUZ YA SOLDIERS LOOK SPOOKED WITH NO TRIGGAS TO SQUEEZE
I POP NIGGAS WIT EASE, IM LIKE AN URBAN LEGEND, WHO ROKKS A BLU FLAG TURBAN WHEN ITS 9/11, SO DIAL NINE ELEVEN
OR YOU CAN CALL YA GOONS, KUZ WE READY TO GO TO WAR LIKE A SMALL PLATOON OR WE CAN BRAWL AT NOON
AND IMMA LEAVE A NIGGA F.U.B.A.R'ED,(F.UCKED U.P B.EYOND A.LL R.ECOGNITION) FOR ACTING TOO HARD
YOU AINT A BLOOD YOUS A DAMU MASCOT,WHO SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THE FLOOD SO SAYS THE ALL BLU SASQUATCH
THE BURNAS OUT THE STASH SPOT AND I'M MOBBIN WITH THE CLIP,YOUS A GOBLIN NIGGA BUT WHAT A GOBLIN TO A CRIP...

THATS ONE OF THE HARDEST DISS VERSES EVER!!! HE'S TALKING ABOUT THE SPIDER-LOC,40 GLOCC, LIL WAYNE INCIDENT THAT HAPPENED IN THE VALLEY...